Fred lowered his face to her wet, throbbing pussy and slipped his tongue deep inside her voracious cunt. Chris was now out of control she struggled to move her hands groaning and panting as she thrust her hips up to meet her lover's face. Fred let the thumb of one hand press and massage Chris' vibrating clit as his tongue moved in and out of the wet, warm center of her being.
With a sudden lunge of her hips Chris shrieked, "Oh my God." Her lovely body shuddered and moved zombie-like in the throes of an intense orgasm. Her legs thrashed and she whimpered as spasm after spasm sucked at Fred's still deeply probing tongue. It took many minutes for the body wrenching orgasmic seizures to subside.
Lovely, lustful Chris finally lay sleeping as Fred moved quietly to untie her delicate hands and lie close beside her.
CHAPTER THREE
Chris wakened to bright sunshine and a very much rumpled bed. She sat up and stared for a few moments at the tangled swim suit bra that lay tangled on the bed beside her.
"My God I really behave like that," she murmured. "What must that poor man think of me."
She sat up and stretched and then moved briskly to the bathroom carrying the bikini bra. She stopped along the way to pick up the bikini bottoms that Fred had struggled to untie as she pulled at his encumbering trunks. She giggled as she remembered that, "It was tough to get him out of those trunks because his dick stuck out a mile."
She glanced at her watch and breathed a sigh of relief. She had at least five hours until her shift began at the ICU. The shower was comfortable and she stood under its gentle spray for a long time. Stepping out of the shower she was glad to find an electric hair drier in one of the many drawers of the vanity. Wrapping herself in a thick cotton bath sheet she sat and languorously did her hair.